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Majima couldn’t remember the last time he had ran so hard, shoes slamming into the concrete below as he dashed down the sidewalks of Sotenbori, darting through the crowds, nearly knocking over civilians in the process.
His legs ached. His lungs hurt, each deep inhale burning his throat and lungs worse than the first time he smoked a cigarette. His entire body screamed at him to stop, or at least slow down. But there was no way in hell he could right now, not after seeing Nishitani pumped full of bullets.
Majima raced around the corner, a flash of familiar brown pin-stripe material stopped him dead in his tracks before he could knock Sagawa over entirely.
“Welcome back, Majima-chan,” Sagawa greeted him, a smile spreading across his face.
Welcome back.
How Sagawa knew that Majima had dipped out of town already was beyond him. He had double-checked to make sure that there were no eyes that met his gaze when he glanced around, chatting with Billiken.
“Sagawa-han…” Majima said softly.
“A little bird tells me you strolled out of Sotenbori for a hot second today?” Sagawa asked, Majima freezing in place. “Had me worried, tiger,” Sagawa chuckled, feigning concern all-too well. “Got me thinking somebody popped you and I’d find you bobbing in the river, y’know?”
It most certainly wouldn’t be an unlikely scenario.
The river that bisected this area of Sotenbori was an easy dumping ground for whatever.
Trash.
Cigarettes.
Bodies.
“I hit up the jail to meet up with Nishitani,” Majima explained, although he could feel his heartbeat starting to thrum in his ears. There was no ‘right answer’ to give to Sagawa in this situation, nothing would be able to alleviate or detract from the fact that he left Sotenbori without even so much as asking.
“Oh yeah!? You went all the way down to the slammer? That’s real dedication, kiddo!” Sagawa said, shoes hitting the concrete almost silently as he wrapped an arm around Majima’s shoulders, tugging the manager along, the two of them walking side-by-side.
It never looked out of place for the two of them to be seen in public. After all, Sagawa most certainly did not carry the appearance of a typical Yakuza. A bland suit on a bland looking man. Nothing flashy on him besides a nice looking watch strapped to his wrist.
Majima wasn’t even sure if he had a tattoo hidden beneath his suit. From any other standpoint, he looked like he worked in a bank. Carried the appearance of a plain businessman in a bustling town full of clubs and restaurants and bars.
Nothing out of the ordinary at all.
Majima stumbled as Sagawa bounced the two of them apart with his shoulder, gasping softly as he felt Sagawa’s hand plant itself firmly around his throat, squeezing roughly before shoving him backwards. He choked for air, both of his hands grasping onto the material of Sagawa’s sleeve. With every large step forward that Sagawa made, Majima stumbled two or three steps back- unable to see where exactly they were going to stop.
The dingy tile and concrete of the bathroom came into view from behind him as Sagawa shoved him deeper into the restroom.
“Sotenbori’s not your backyard, asshole,” Sagawa spat, Majima’s stomach doing flips at his words.
Majima gasped for air as his back hit the wall behind him, the heels of his shoes pressed against it, as if he could just phase through it and get out of Sagawa’s grasp- which was slowly tightening, slowly cutting off airflow.
“It’s your cage! Your CAGE!” Sagawa shouted, tugging Majima off the wall before slamming him back against it, squeezing his throat tightly as Majima clawed at his jacket. His lungs were starting to burn again, chest quivering from lack of oxygen.
Majima groaned.
Sagawa’s grip tightened, feeling the quickening pulse under his fingertips.
“When you step out at a goddamn hotel you let the front desk know!”
Majima wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen, the fact that Sagawa was yelling, or the incredibly low light in the bathroom- but he didn’t recall Sagawa ever looking this threatening. He actually couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Sagawa downright pissed. He got upset from time to time, but he had never seen him like this.
His knees threatened to buckle underneath him- he wasn’t sure if it was caused by Sagawa’s yelling or by the lack of oxygen and energy.
“So who the fuck are you leaving your cage without a word?” Sagawa continued, Majima’s teeth gritting together at his words. It was the truth, he could have easily have told Sagawa that he thought Nishitani may know something about the man that took Makoto- and probably would have been escorted there personally by Sagawa.
But he decided to take off without saying anything instead.
And now he was neck deep in trouble with his owner.
“Huh?” Sagawa inquired again.
Majima felt his vision start to black out, the bathroom around them slowly vanishing into darkness- pretty sure he was already on the verge of passing out. Sagawa’s grasp loosened just enough for him to take a few deep breaths, clearly wanting answers out of him.
“So where are you off to now all in a rush?” Sagawa asked, Majima’s mind spinning for a somewhat decent answer that could possibly de-escalate the situation.
“Naturally… to come report in to you…” He said between deep inhales, trying to get as much oxygen as possible in case it wasn’t the type of answer Sagawa wanted to hear.
“That so? Oh good,” Sagawa nodded a few times, Majima unsure if he was being honest at the moment, or if he was just stringing Majima along.
His entire body spasmed as Sagawa let go of him, doubling over as he coughed and sputtered for air loudly, Sagawa watching, fairly amused.
“‘Cause killing you in a place like this… would break my heart,” Sagawa said with a soft sigh, Majima wiping spit from his lips and chin as his breathing slowly steadied. “Think of the poor cleaning lady.”
If looks could kill, Sagawa would be dead ten times over with the glare Majima was giving him- still doubled over, breathing even finally.
Sagawa’s fist connecting with his jaw caught him off guard, knocking him back into the tiled wall below, head spinning as he sat on the floor, looking up at Sagawa. His jaw hurt, but it wasn’t the most unbearable thing in the world. He had certainly suffered far worse in The Hole.
“I thought I taught ya better than that, Majima-chan,” Sagawa said, shaking his head, pressing his foot against Majima’s chest, pinning him to his spot on the ground, eyes shifting across him.
The lighting in the bathroom was awful, poorly lit, but he couldn’t really complain. It was a public bathroom after all. He was still able to get a good look at Majima though.
“And I thought I was fucked up,” Sagawa sneered, foot shifting between his legs, grinding his sole of his shoe against Majima’s hardened cock, pulling a soft gasp from him. “Was it the choking? Or the threat of me killin’ ya?” Sagawa asked, Majima remaining silent, clearly not wanting to answer at all.
And Sagawa wanted an answer.
Majima grunted as Sagawa pushed his foot down on his cock harder, Majima staying put.
“Hmm? Not gonna rut like the dog ya are?” Sagawa asked, sliding his hands into his pockets, merely observing at this point.
Majima was already on thin ice, and they both knew it. Majima would be toeing the line from here on out to ensure that he got back onto decent terms with Sagawa. He needed him to get back to Shimano, after all.
Whether Majima liked it or not.
He needed Sagawa.
And he needed to be on his good side.
“Well? Majima-chan, which was it?” Sagawa asked, hands fidgeting with the lighter in his pocket to occupy his hands for the time being.
Majima’s teeth grit together, shame bubbling in his chest. He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to admit that he was aroused from this entire scenario.
And he most certainly didn’t want to give Sagawa the satisfaction of being right.
Sagawa’s fist connecting with his nose caused his head to bounce off of the back of the wall, blood dripping from his nose- Majima quickly scrambling to lean forward to save his white dress shirt, but the damage was already done. Deep crimson dripped down the front of it, Sagawa hissing from pain in his hand, trying to shake the burning sensation out of it.
Majima didn’t think his nose was fully broken yet, but then again, he wasn’t a doctor, and neither was Sagawa. Sagawa didn’t seem intent on causing long-term physical damage. Which didn’t surprise Majima.
Sagawa didn’t want to damage his goods.
It had been months since things had turned out like this, Majima always smiling when Sagawa was around, trying to prevent things from going south the best that he could. Sagawa would get upset if things didn’t always work out business wise, but there was no reason for him to take it out on Majima.
“Ya look a helluva lot better with blood dripping down your face, Majima-chan,” Sagawa chuckled, glancing across Majima as the manager glanced up at him. Blood trickled down his lips and off of his chin to collect on his clothing below. It contrasted against his lips and pale skin perfectly in Sagawa’s eyes.
And there was nothing that got him harder than seeing that fire in Majima’s eye, the look of ‘if I didn’t absolutely need you, I would kill you myself’.
And Sagawa thought it was a great look on him.
Sagawa stepped closer, slipping his thirty-thousand yen shoes back between Majima’s legs, grinding the sole down onto his aching cock. Majima let out an audible sigh, a shiver racing down his spine at the pressure against his cock. His teeth dug into his lower lip in a feeble attempt to silence himself, trying to hold back soft moans and gasps at the feeling.
“Ya look good here, Majima-chan, beneath my heel, like the dog you are,” Sagawa sneered, Majima shifting on the floor uncomfortably as Sagawa leaned forward, starting to put more of his body weight behind it, starting to become borderline painful for Majima.
“I should just throw you into the river for completely ignoring me, you know what happens to dogs that run away, Majima-chan?” He asked, twisting his ankle, pulling a pained groan from Majima.
“No, Sagawa-han, I don’t,” Majima said through gritted teeth.
“They get put down, Majima-chan,” Sagawa said darkly, a shiver tearing through Majima’s body in response. “And I would hate to have to do that to you,” he hummed, reaching down, thumb digging into Majima’s jaw as he forced the manager to look up at him.
Majima wasn’t sure what made him more upset- the fact that he was hard from all of this, or the fact that he could tell Sagawa was clearly extremely aroused from the scenario as well.
“So you better change my mind,” Sagawa sneered, Majima looking up at him, eye half-closed as he pushed himself up to his knees, shuffling closer. His hands traced up Sagawa’s thighs before he unclasped his belt slowly, he didn’t need a reminder of how expensive this belt was. And the last thing he needed was to somehow ruin a belt that cost as much as rent normally did. He knew how expensive Sagawa’s shoes were- having been forced to tag along with him when he did his shopping, carrying his bags for him, as well as his dry cleaning. The worker at the shop had asked if Majima wanted a chair to sit on while he held numerous bags full of overpriced clothing- but Sagawa interjected and said that standing wouldn’t kill him.
“Ya catch on quick, Majima-chan,” Sagawa said, clearly happy that he didn’t have to spell it out for him. The defiant glare that Majima gave him was almost enough to send a shiver racing down his spine.
Almost.
But it was still a picture Sagawa would never forget, Majima on his knees in front of him in the dingy restroom behind The Grand, pulling his hardened cock from his slacks.
The sound of the town bounced off of the concrete walls of the restroom, people walking past the entrance of the restroom- people on their way to dinner, or to the clubs, or home after a lengthy day of work.
“Here?” Majima asked, peeking around Sagawa, watching people walking past the restroom. Thankfully the low light of the area made it hard to see inside.
“Got an objection?” Sagawa asked, grabbing a handful of Majima’s hair, yanking his head back violently. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking for things, Majima-chan,” he said. His other hand reached down, thumb swiping a droplet of blood from Majima’s chin.
Majima opened his mouth to say something, but decided it was better that he didn’t. Sagawa was right, he was really in no place to say anything at all. His best bet was to get this done and over with.
“I’ve… never… I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said softly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
“Hmm? Never sucked cock before?” Sagawa chuckled, petting the top of Majima’s head a few times, almost posessively. “You’re a quick learner, I have faith you’ll pick it up pretty quickly,” he said, Majima nodding a few times, trying to calm his nerves. He knew Sagawa was already angry but seemed to be calming down relatively quickly- but bad head would probably bring those anger levels back up.
Sagawa’s cock was warm in his hand, or perhaps his hands were just slightly cold. He knew it should have been the last thing on his mind as he started to steadily pump Sagawa’s length. He had to admit, there was something extremely arousing about watching the pink tip of Sagawa’s cock emerge from his foreskin. Majima watched as it slid back over the head almost entirely, tongue flicking out to lick his lips hungrily.
“Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” Sagawa huffed, tugging Majima closer by his hair- Majima quickly putting a hand on Sagawa’s hip to prevent himself from completely falling into him.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to trying this.
Majima licked his lips to re-wet them before parting them, bringing Sagawa’s cock into his mouth. He slowly used his hand to jerk him off before pulling back his foreskin, circling his tongue around the head a few times before pulling off to lick and suck at his frenulum, trying his best to experiment and see what Sagawa liked.
He hummed as he brought the head back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out as he began to suck.
Sagawa reached down, pulling the tie from his hair, allowing his hair to fall across his shoulders silently. He wasted no time, running his hand through Majima’s hair, feeling how soft it was. Majima always took good care of it, no matter what.
Majima brushed a few strands of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear quickly as he shifted further down Sagawa’s cock, working more of him into his mouth, tongue lapping at the underside.
Sagawa yanked at his hair roughly, feeling Majima’s teeth grazing across his cock, pulling a deep groan from Majima’s lips as he was pulled off of Sagawa’s cock- lips shiny with spit.
“Well, now I know for certain you weren’t sucking Nishitani off at the jail, gotta work on that technique,” he chided, Majima looking up at him. Sagawa held his cock firmly, pushing it through Majima’s lips again. “I’ll give ya a second chance.”
Sagawa was not known for his everlasting patience, Majima quickly going back to work, his hand working what wasn’t currently in his mouth, starting to suck at him again, bobbing his head as he did so. Sagawa’s cock felt good, a heavy weight against his tongue, tasting vaguely of soap, wondered if he had just showered before going out for a night on the town and just happened to run into Majima on his way back from the jail.
“There ya go champ,” Sagawa sighed, Majima wincing as Sagawa grabbed a fistful of his hair once again, other hand cradling the back of his head, pushing him down onto his cock more.
Both of Majima’s hands shifted, one bracing itself on Sagawa’s hip, the other on his thigh as Sagawa began to thrust gently into his mouth- the hand on the back of his head preventing him from backing up to gain any space.
A deep sigh was pulled from Sagawa as he continued to push in, feeling Majima’s plush lips sliding further down his shaft. He could feel Majima’s hands digging into his slacks as he pushed himself into Majima’s throat.
Majima shifted on the floor, trying to adjust his angle a bit, not wanting Sagawa to complain about feeling teeth again. He secretly wished that Sagawa would hurry up, they were in public, not even hiding. Anyone could walk right into the bathroom and see them doing this.
But part of him liked the idea of being caught, of a stranger walking in to see him sucking off his owner. And he didn’t exactly hate this, it was slightly uncomfortable, but the thought of Sagawa using him made his head spin, the taste of Sagawa’s cock going right to his head. His own body heating up with arousal. His own cock was straining in his slacks, so hard it hurt. He was tempted to reach down to touch himself, but he decided it was best that he not push his luck.
Sagawa held out hope that the natural sounds of the town would drown out the sound of the soft slurping from Majima. Then again, nothing would happen to him if they got caught. But Majima’s Lord of the Night reputation may truly precede him, and word traveled quickly in this town.
“Much better this time around,” Sagawa hummed, pulling his cock out before slamming it back in, testing the waters, Majima trying to jerk away out of reflex. “Calm down, I ain’t interested in makin’ ya throw up all over my shoes,” he huffed, starting to thrust shallowly into Majima’s mouth, Majima catching the hint and sitting still- allowing himself to be used by Sagawa, lips wrapped around his cock tightly.
Spit dripped down his chin, spilling onto the cold tile below. His knees were starting to ache, but he knew better than to say something or to complain, especially considering Sagawa’s mood was improving.
His jaw was starting to ache, he wasn’t sure exactly where the mark of ‘average’ was in comparison to Sagawa’s size, but he was certainly struggling to keep his teeth off.
Tears pricked in the corner of Majima’s eye as Sagawa started slamming in harder, his gag reflex threatening to flare up as a result of Sagawa’s rough thrusts. He was starting to have issues with breathing, Sagawa’s pace changing frequently, making it impossible to tell when the next assault on his mouth would be.
“Fuck,” Sagawa cursed, slowing his thrusts down a bit, starting to thrust in deeper, Majima shifting on the floor- his knees starting to ache severely at this point. “There ya go, relax,” he whispered. “Take it all.” Majima looking up at him, eyebrows knit together, trying his best to do as he was told and relax. His hands dug into Sagawa’s thighs as he felt his cock sliding down his throat. He could only imagine how he looked right now, on his knees in a public restroom for his owner.
His jaw ached, groaning softly as Sagawa bottomed out entirely, pressing Majima’s nose flush against his body, giving a few shallow thrusts, Majima’s hands digging into his slacks tightly. His head was spinning, fogged over heavily with arousal at the thought of having taken the entirety of his cock into his throat.
Testing the waters, he swallowed around his cock, feeling Sagawa’s cock twitch in his mouth, pulling a soft moan from him, the grip in his hair tightening painfully. He never thought he would like having his hair yanked at, but it was hot, the sharp pain that blossomed across his scalp went right to his cock.
“God,” Sagawa muttered, glancing down at him, Majima’s lips stretched around the base of his cock, eye glazed over with lust, no doubt wanting to touch himself right now.
Sagawa pulled out, leaving Majima panting and gasping for air, rubbing at his jaw a few times, coughing a couple of times to clear his throat.
“Not bad, Majima-chan, you’re a natural, who knew?” He laughed, grabbing a handful of Majima’s hair to guide him back onto his cock, beginning to thrust in earnest now, hips snapping against Majima’s face roughly, feeling his orgasm approaching.
Majima moaned softly as he was used, wanting nothing more than to satisfy Sagawa, to be used entirely for his own pleasure.
“Fuck,” Sagawa moaned softly, cock twitching as he covered Majima’s tongue with ropes of cum, shallowly thrusting his hips, gliding his cockhead across his tongue, milking himself for every last drop.
“Swallow,” Sagawa ordered, pulling his cock free from Majima’s mouth, watching him swallow his cum, making a slight face afterwards- clearly wishing he would have spit.
“At least ya can follow some orders,” Sagawa sighed, wasting no time tucking himself back into his slacks, Majima glancing up at him from the floor, chest heaving with every deep breath. His cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink.
He nudged the top of his shoe beneath Majima, watching him tremble from the sensation.
“Sensitive, are we?” He chuckled, “stand and pull it out,” he said, Majima pushing himself to his feet, his knees ached and hurt, but his hands flew to his belt, freeing his cock from his slacks.
A sharp gasp was pulled from him as Sagawa quickly stepped forward, closing the distance between them, hand clasping around his throat tightly, slamming him against the wall. His other hand came up to grasp at Majima’s cock, thumb gliding through the pre that shone on the head of his cock, spreading it around.
Majima shifted against the wall, both hands grasping at the hand that was slowly tightening around his throat, Sagawa stroking him faster. A soft moan left Majima’s lips as Sagawa continued to work at him, twisting his wrist on the down-stroke, picking up the pace.
His head was spinning, Majima drowning in arousal, cock twitching in Sagawa’s grasp. His thighs twitched as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, letting out a choked whine.
His vision was slowly starting to black out, the noise of the town around them slowly drowning out, as if he was submerged underwater. Majima’s nails dug into Sagawa’s hand, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth as he moaned softly, despite knowing he shouldn’t be wasting any precious oxygen. He couldn’t help it, not with the way Sagawa was stroking him, thumb running along his slit.
Sagawa’s grasp loosened, Majima panting heavily before it came back harder than before. His eye slipped closed, hips thrusting up into Sagawa’s hands quickly, eagerly, desperate for his release, feeling it approaching quickly.
He cried out loudly as Sagawa pulled his hand off his cock at the last moment, falling from orgasm hard.
“Sshhh, don’t worry, Majima-chan,” he said softly, as if Majima were actually listening to him and not focused on the lack of oxygen he was getting. He loosened his grasp, allowing Majima to catch his breath for a moment before choking him once again.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he continued, stroking him quickly, pre dripping down his shaft now. Sweat dripped down Majima’s back, entire body heating up. He didn’t think he had ever been so worked up in his entire life, moaning softly as he felt himself getting closer to his release once again.
“But if you ever disobey me again,” Sagawa said, leaning in closer. “I’ll kill you.”
Majima cried out loudly, body shaking as he came, tears of pleasure running down his face as Sagawa stroked him quickly through his orgasm. His lungs burned as Sagawa finally let go of him, Majima nearly falling over, both hands grasping onto Sagawa’s shoulders to stabilize himself until he was sure he could even stand on his own.
“Ya dirtied my jacket, damn,” Sagawa grumbled.
“Sorry,” Majima quickly apologized, feeling bad, as if he had any control over it, tucking himself back into his slacks, watching as Sagawa tried to clean up his jacket with a packet of pocket tissues, eventually just shrugging the jacket off and tossing it over his arm.
“Go get some rest, tomorrow’s Friday and The Grand is fully booked,” Sagawa smiled smugly, turning on heel and exiting the restroom, Majima waiting until he could no longer hear his footsteps before he left as well, pulling his hair back as he did so.